LovelyBubbles07- Guess who's back, back again. LB's back, tell a friend…LOL. Ello poppet! Here I am rolling onto the scene with another one! Now my sophomore debut with a slightly new couple, based on the fan vote on the poll.For new readers and old welcome to the wonderful world of random commentary…

Ok if your sick of me already, just scroll down and read the story…Killjoy…

Disclaimer: LB: "How about a million donuts?" Yuji Naka: "No"

LB: "Trip to Hawaii?"

Yuji Naka: "No" LB: "I Hump yo face? Me love you long time?"

Yuji Naka: "You insult my honor, and my face!" (Pulls out random shotgun)

LB: Ya see folks this is why I don't own Sega's characters, Naka won't let me buy them…I Bet ya I could get a better voice actor for Sonic…

Heh I'm so silly, Let's go peeps….

Lone Rose in the Garden

Chapter 1: Prelude of Struggle, She's one of a kind.

Amy's POV

Yea, I see him everyday. He runs down the same street everyday, to make his daily morning run around the world. It isn't like he has not seen the entire world, its just he loves to run. Every morning, 9:00 am, I walk out onto the balcony by my bedroom. Every morning I see him rush by, and every morning, he gives me that signature thumbs-up and smile. I can never catch up to him, believe me I've tried, to start a conversation. If I did he would just burst into sonic speed and say 'Sorry Ames but I gotta get going.' knowing full well that he is just lying to get away. He treats me like a disease, a plague among the world. Well now it seems more prevalent than ever.

How I was able to put up with it till now is a mystery, maybe I'm just dumb. For years and years I've made myself the number one fan girl of Sonic. All because he saved my life and for what, just to see his ass every time as he runs away. It took me 6 years to realize it, Sonic is not gonna stop unless he's dead, and even then he'll be still running in heaven. I shake my head as I think about it. Last year we actually got together finally, after all those other girls he finally chose me. I had to deal with Sally, Fiona, Mina and even Blaze fell in love with the cobalt speed king. God, all those girls he would fuck them in a heartbeat but if I even gave hint he would blow chunks.

You know, I don't even know how I stayed friends with him for that long. Oh yeah, because he's 'My Darling Sonic'. If anyone asked me if I was bitter I would tell him or her of course, they could call me a bitch now even, for all the emotional pain he's brought me through. Most people see Sonic the hero, they never see Sonic the jack-ass. Hell, not even our friends see it, they think its just me being annoying all the time. The year we went out opened their eyes as well as mine as to who Sonic really was.

Last year, he said he would give me three months, to convince him to be with me. It was the happiest day of my life. Since that day in September, I cooked, I cleaned, I gave him things, I spent time making myself special and making his life easy. I took good care of him, I tried not to be clingy, I never got jealous if he stayed out late. I was trying my best to be the perfect girl. However, there was something of mine I just couldn't give. Like any other celebrity, Sonic has many fans, men, women, and animal. Ever since our world and the human world have merged, Sonic's fans have doubled in size. So it is natural to have some groupies, right? I let his occasional romps in the bedroom slide. I figured as long as he came to me and told me that then it would be okay, but when 2 turned into 10 different girls that's when things got strained.

Flashback (Regular POV)

"What do you mean, Again with my bitchin'?" Amy said as she grabbed her clothes from the drawer and threw them in the suitcase lying on the bed. Sonic casually sat down, his elbow propped on table as his hand held his cheek. He watched as Amy stormed across the room and back packing up her things. He spoke to her in an aloof tone, "That's what I mean, you're yelling and screaming and it's not a big deal. When we were first going out you didn't mind me doing other girls. Now you're having a bitch fit. What's the problem, don't you love me?" Just then Amy stopped, back turned, dead center in the floor. She turned slowly to him, Sonic sitting up with a look of accomplishment. His expression faded at the sight of her tears. She started slowly stifling the pain in her heart as she spoke, "That's the problem Sonic, I do love you, but the real question should be, do you love me… Do you love me enough to stop fucking all these hoes! " Sonic looked down at the floor as Amy resumed to packing and then she heard him mumble a small statement, "I wouldn't have to if you would just give it up…" Amy swiveled around with speed rivaling Sonic's own, "WHAT! You mean that's all you think of me, huh? A Piece of ASS! WELL FUCK YOU!! You don't deserve to be my first anyway! I wish I never met you…you, you fucking BASTARD!" Amy stormed out of the door, dragging her suitcase. Sonic yelled out to her, "You the one that wanted me Amy! I just gave you a chance, your NOTHING to me!" Amy turned around for the last time, and she stared deep into his emerald eyes, she said almost in a eerie calm way, "Mark my words, Sonic the Hedgehog, for as many days as I have chased you, there will be twice as many that you will miss me! Believe me when I say, your gonna need me again…"

Amy's POV

Ever since that day I have never looked back. These mornings now are the only contact we have. He gives me a thumbs-up, I shoot him a bird, and it's become our routine. For him I guess, the thumbs-up means I'm doing good without ya, and my bird means, just wait and see, asshole. How long must a heart endure before it is ripped apart? In my case, only three months. As I walk from the balcony back into my pink house, I lay down on the white and red cotton sheets and take my glass of orange juice from my dresser, watching the pulp flow to the bottom. Just me in this pink robe, in this pink, red, and white room. I sit up and place the cup back on the dresser and I mess with my now shoulder-length quills. I look over to my best friend Cream's chao, Cheese. "Well, guess its just you and me now, kid." I walk over to pick it up and it smiles at me, "Well at least until your mom gets back from the trip with Tails next week. Then its just gonna be me."

Shadow's POV

I've been frustrated for a while now. Even though I now know who I am, I can't figure out what to do with myself now that I've gotten here. Working for G.U.N. wasn't the first thing in mind, but in this world were we exist, in there has to be some kind of income in order to survive. Not that I minded living on the land. My purposes have been fulfilled, so what is there left for me to do? Faker saves people everyday, he gets recognition for doing so. Never in my life would I want to join the likes of him if I don't have to. The twin-tailed fox tinkers with machines for a living and the rabbit lives with him. The echidna guards the Master Emerald and his lover, Rouge, she works with the president along with running her club. The daily dwelling of souls in this world does nothing but elude me. I wonder about things only for myself. However, my mind easily darts to her.

It is an odd sort of feeling, I cannot quite identify it. When I think of her though it fills a void inside that I alone cannot reach. This feeling, something I tried to ignore but fail when I see her in the morning everyday. At 9:00 am, she always comes out from her room to her balcony and she flips off the faker as he runs by. Of course being on the way downtown, I have no time to indulge into finding an explanation. However I do like the fact that she does it, the once innocent flower being cruel and vulgar towards my doppelganger. Always I chuckle at this display and warp away to the building for my next mission. I wish I knew why the Rose wasn't head over for the idiot still, but I suppose those questions shall be answered another day.

As a law the humans have made our male animals wear clothing, not that it is a bad thing, but the dress code for G.U.N. is not something that I enjoy. It is hard to go in top speed without ripping a three-piece suit, so naturally I wear my dark blue jeans, hover skates and black skull shirt to work, and change in the office. Of course the humans get mad, but I don't give a fuck. If anything, they should worship me for not blowing the place up.

The Ark. I haven't been back to the Ark in 6 years, maybe because of the memories both good and bad. However, every night after I leave to my apartment I happen to look up at the stars finding it in the sky. Sometimes I run to the beach at night, just to think and get a clear view. Its no secret that I miss her, I've stayed home each year to reflect on the day she was killed, my Maria. She was like a sister to me and it pains me when that day comes. Although now, I seem to be at peace with it more, knowing that I've made her proud in some way.

There she is again, another morning, another finger and another thumbs-up. You would figure the joke would be old by now, but hell anything downing the faker is funny to me. As I turn to run, I hear my name being called. I turn to see her standing there.

"Hey, Good morning." She said to me with that signature grin.

It's the first of many times we spoke in the morning. I would visit her at the restaurant where she would serve me the soup of the day for lunch. She always has this eternal happiness to her, it never fades. It's a lot different from the days of yesteryear, her clinging to the faker's every whim. She seems content with herself, independent, and maybe even, beautiful. When she walks, she glides in a way that the world around her moves. Her personality is that of wit, charming taste, and caring. I haven't found anyone like her, and although she reminds me of Maria, to me she has something more. I just haven't quite figured it out yet.

However its silly to think that she would be interested in me. As much as she has changed, I still believe her heart is still with the faker. Furthermore, to be with the one whom had planned to destroy the world sends any romantic thoughts away. As much as I hate to admit it, I was wrong for some of the things I've done. As I've grown to accept and rectify it, I could never reverse the memories of the people. So I've kept to myself, my so-called friends come to me when there is no one else to go to. The faker would never admit that I'm superior to him. I still wish though, that if anyone would forgive me for the harm that I've caused, she would be the one.

TBC